When Song Jian woke up, he felt a burst of warmth around him, and he barely opened his eyes, surrounded by misty purple heat.

Song Jian moved slightly, but found that his whole body was as heavy as sand, and his muscles could no longer function flexibly.

"Oh, yes, this is the hot spring in the palace of the Cold Autumn King. Song Jian thought about it, he knew that although this purple hot spring didn't know what medicine was soaked in it, it could indeed restore the martial artist's magic as soon as possible.

Song Jian didn't have any strength in his body, even in this purple hot spring, the magic yuan in his body was recovering very slowly, Song Jian knew that this was the sequelae caused by the excessive use of the magic yuan, and this sequelae could even destroy the foundation of a martial artist.

Song Jian no longer struggled, he quietly soaked in the hot spring, he was thinking, at this time, Yun Tianzong should have been ready to retreat.

On the battlefield, there was no more tragic fighting, only the wailing of the wounded.

The Sword Pavilion warriors led by Song Jian killed all the eleven warriors of the Yin and Yang Realm, of course, this is mainly due to the cooperation of Squeak and Song Jian, after killing the four warriors, Song Jian has exhausted the law and is unconscious, but Squeak still maintains its combat effectiveness, and the eleven warriors of the Yin and Yang Realm have overturned six of them by themselves.

And on the banks of the Wang Shui River, because the disciples of the Yuntian Sect did not have the support of the elders of the Yin and Yang Realm, and they were on the surface of the Wang Shui River, they could not launch martial arts, so they could only be beaten, plus the waves on the Wang Shui River, the upper reaches of the river were stirred by the warriors of the demon clan, causing many disciples of the Yuntian Sect to be corrupted by the Wang Shui.

This is the most enjoyable war that the warriors of the demon clan have fought since the war between Yuntianzong and the demon clan, because in this war, no one died on their side, and the other party suffered heavy losses.

"Come, you cowards, you filthy humans. Niu Er stood by the river and scolded loudly.

The tired Sword Pavilion warriors behind him all had dark faces, but they didn't hear Niu Er's scolding.

Niu Er laughed, and the people around him poked him.

"What are you doing, didn't you see Lao Tzu scolding?" Niu Er turned his head and glared at his people.

The man pointed his finger back slightly.

Niu Er turned around, saw the expression of the person in the Sword Pavilion, and knew that he had crossed the line when he cursed just now, he laughed and said, "Haha, what, the brothers are not dirty, it is my old cow who scolded the wrong one." ”

The faces of the four elders darkened even more, and he waved his hand and said, "Feel free to do so." ”

As he spoke, the four elders waved their hands, and all the disciples supported each other and walked towards the Ten Thousand Demon City.

On the battlefield, only eleven corpses remained, the corpses of the Yin Yang Realm martial artists!

Of course, the storage bags, magic weapons, and so on have long been divided up by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Seeing the disciples of the Sword Pavilion walking away, Niu Er became even more excited, he cursed loudly, scolding even more, and the sound spread far away to the other side of the Wang Shui River, making the faces of the remaining six Yuntian Sect elders turn green.

"Lao Zhang, have they all been wiped out?" An elder was caged with sleeves and an incredible expression on his face, eleven martial artists of the Yin and Yang Realm, this kind of power, if it was placed in the Southern Separation Domain, it was almost comparable to one of the three sects.

"Isn't there only a few Yin Yang Realm powerhouses left in the Demon Clan? How is it possible? Lao Zhang is about to advance to the middle level of the Yin Yang Realm. The other elder was even more horrified, and at the same time, his heart was cold and fearful.

"Great Elder, we ...... What do we do now?" the elder asked, trembling.

"Retreat! hey, we have to retreat. The Great Elder's face showed an unwilling look, but more importantly, it was a kind of grief and regret.

"However, back to the Cloud Heaven Sect, how can we explain to the Supreme Elder Pavilion, and how can we explain to the other sects in the Southern Separation Domain? Those guys, especially the Thousand Feather Sect, must be watching our jokes. Another elder said.

"There's no way, now this situation is no longer something we can call the shots. In this battle, there are already too many disciples who have died, and if they die again, after half a year, my Yuntian Sect will be destroyed by itself. The Great Elder sighed, he was thinking far more than the average Elder.

Hearing the words of the Great Elder, Elder Zhang's body was shocked, and he remembered that in this battle, not only eleven elders of the Yin and Yang Realm died, but also more than 400 disciples of the Four Levels Realm, during the war in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the disciples of the Four Realms of the Cloud Heaven Sect had died too much, and in total, they had lost as many as a thousand people, and if this continued, there would be a fault in the Cloud Heaven Sect, and at that time, wouldn't it be the time for the Cloud Heaven Sect to fall.

"Yes, let's retreat. The elder said.

The Great Elder waved his hand and said, "Externally, we have claimed that we have opened the road to the Ten Thousand Demon City, but there is the soul of the Demon Ancestor on the Ten Thousand Demon City, so my Yuntian Sect has no choice but to evacuate first, wait for the Ancestor to come out of the mountain, and break the soul of the Demon Ancestor." And announced to the outside world that it was just a few dozen disciples of the Four Levels Realm who died. ”

After the Great Elder finished his order, he took everyone and quietly left the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Great Elder knew that this time, not only would he have to face the problem of a big loss of his own strength, but more importantly, he would have to deal with that bastard of the Thousand Feather Sect, he had suffered a big loss in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Thousand Feather Sect must have known that taking advantage of this opportunity, they would definitely suppress the Yuntian Sect in a big way, although it would not be a war, but it would definitely be indispensable to take advantage of it secretly, because they would expect that the Yuntian Sect would not dare to fight back.

"Fuck!" the Great Elder scolded angrily, feeling that his chest felt a little better, and took the remaining disciples with him, got on the flying plane, and flew towards the Yuntian Sect.

Above the city tower, Leng Qiu flew back again, and at this time, the war was nearing the end, and all the demon clans were laughing and shouting excitedly, this was not only the coolest fight since the start of this war, but also the coolest fight of the demon warriors in the past hundred years. In the past hundred years, the demon clan has been slaughtered and humiliated by human warriors, and it is really enough.

The patriarch of the Thousand Locusts Clan, Locust Tian's face was a little gloomy, he did not have the joy after the victory in the battle, but his face was a little more solemn and hesitant.

"Queen. Locust Heaven spoke.

Leng Qiu didn't look back, just said, "Say." ”

"My king, now is an opportunity. "Locust Heavenly Dao.

Hearing this, Leng Qiu frowned slightly, she turned around slightly, looked at Locust Tian, and said, "What do you want to say." ”

Locust Tian was watched by Leng Qiu's gaze, and there was some panic in his heart, but he didn't flinch, for the sake of the stability of the demon clan, there were some things he had to face.

"My king, originally I thought that the group of human warriors was just a group of fugitives, a group of soft persimmons to be slaughtered, so when they were in danger, for the sake of the queen's face, our demon clan could contain them, but, my king, they are not, they are not a group of soft persimmons, they are a fierce lion. With his hands hanging down to his legs, he stood straight and raised his head.

"Hmph, they're naturally very strong," Leng Qiu said.

"Yes, they are strong, and, moreover, strong is a bit excessive. My king, they are a seed, a demon seed, if it breaks out, our Ten Thousand Demon City will become the world of their human warriors, I admit that the strength of our demon clan cannot stop them. Locust Tian spoke, although he didn't want to admit it, but he had to face the problem honestly.

"Now, they are when they are weak, that young man, Song Jian, is in a coma, my king, now is the best time for us to do it, otherwise, when they are relieved, we will not be able to do it. Locust Tian looked at Leng Qiu seriously.

Leng Qiu's eyes flashed a little cold.

"Locust Tian, I know that you are thinking about the great plan of the demon clan, but I know this matter in my heart, Song Jian is my friend, the one who shares hardships and lives and dies, and I know very well what he is like. Your words today are best buried in your heart forever, and then disappear little by little, if I hear them again, you don't have to stay in the Ten Thousand Demon City. Leng Qiu said coldly, turned around, and continued to look at the battlefield.

"My king, you are so sure. This is related to the great cause of the demon clan. Locust Tian half-knelt down and admonished again.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure there's nothing to worry about. Leng Qiu's tone was firm.

Locust Tian got up and said, "Since the queen is so sure, Locust Tian naturally obeys the order, and I hope the queen will not mistake Song Jian." ”

"No, it won't. Leng Qiu said softly, and then stopped talking.

Locust Tian felt a little depressed, he flew down and took his people to clean up the battlefield and reconnoiter the situation.

Leng Qiu looked into the distance, and he could feel that the people of the Cloud Heaven Sect were retreating, and they were actually walking away in such a gray way.

Leng Qiu didn't believe it, human martial artists have always had the best face, and after suffering such a big loss, how could the people of Yuntian Sect evacuate like this.

Frowning, Leng Qiu remembered that Song Jian was still in the hot spring, so he flew towards the palace.

Since the last rebellion, there are no guards in the palace, and even no maids, in the entire palace, there is only Leng Qiu, and in the side halls on both sides of the palace, it is the residence of the fat old woman and the thin old woman, but they are too old to move once.

Leng Qiu entered the palace and quickly walked towards the hot spring.

In the hot spring, Song Jian was lying comfortably on the water, his eyes closed, he was only wearing a pair of pants all over his body, and at this moment, under the pants, there was a tent.

Leng Qiu's face flushed, but she also knew that this was the reason why Song Jian was frantically absorbing the Fa Yuan, Song Jian's realm was still too low, and the dragon steps and dragon soldiers were indeed a little difficult for him to use.

"Goo-Goo......

The water in the hot spring suddenly boiled violently, and then a large stream of purple mist rushed towards Song Jian's body.

Leng Qiu was taken aback, and walked closer quickly, for fear that Song Jian would be in danger, but there was a "bang", and the water splashed, and Song Jian's whole person had jumped high into the air, like a sleek mermaid.